Injured fair (1)/That's the real dandy

That’s the REAL DANDY.

THE cant word throughout the town,
⁠So fam'd and of so great renown,
Will shortly be, I hope, pull'd down,
⁠It took its rise from Brandy.

The reason is easy understood,
A cobler's wife thought Nantz so good,
Who as she sip'd the pleasant food,
⁠Cry'd isn't that the Dandy.

The Cobler passing by the shop.
To taste the Cordial in did hop,
And finding Nell had got a drop.
⁠He spy'd a stick most handy.

And round the Beggar-maker's place,
With it poor Nell he did so lace,
Till she with sad distorted face,
⁠Cry'd, Jobson that’s the Dandy.

Of this word he could make no sense,
So straightway dragg'd his charmer hence,
But first he paid dear twenty pence,
⁠That she had drunk in Brandy.

And as he haul'd her through the street,
For she, the child, had lost her feet,
To every person she did meet,
⁠Cry’d that’s the real Dandy.

A chimney sweeper heard the fun,
As he through the street for soot did run,
Crying, fire and smoke, we're all undone,
⁠By drinking stout at Brandy.